| Smiling, relaxing, as if I
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| Jolly and loving, getting along
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| Happy, happy, always happy
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| Grinding down my teeth, though nothing’s wrong
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| Is it me, am I wrong for not conforming?
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| My chance at life has passed but always comes around
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| And can I be at fault for falling?
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| Look me in the eye and tell me to calm down
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| Nodding, composing, or am I?
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| Patiently waiting my turn to speak
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| Orders, orders always ordering
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| Prodding and pushing me to my peak
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| Is it me or is anger all-consuming?
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| My chance at life has passed but always comes around
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| How can I be at fault for falling?
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| Look me in the eye and tell me not to shout
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| Is it me or is darkness fast approaching?
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| It’s getting crowded and it’s hard to catch a breath |